Chapter 07 - Little Pumpkin

Reincarnation.

A fantastical notion believed by many, yet simultaneously dismissed by others. I, too, did not believe in rebirth. My life was a continuous stream of suffering, and I considered such thoughts absurd. Death, in my perspective, marked the end.

Even in my dying moments, amidst my disbelief in rebirth, a fleeting wish crossed my mind – a desire to be reborn into a wealthy family, to taste the joy of life at least once. It seemed ironic how someone like me, who didn't believe in God, found himself offering a prayer in his final moments.

However...

"My little pumpkin, look here!

Before me stood a beautiful lady with black eyes and pitch-black hair cascading over her shoulders. She shook a blue-colored baby rattle to capture my attention.

"There is also a red one!"

In her left hand, she presented a red-colored rattle, continuing the enchanting display.

Rattle!

Though I wrinkled my face at the sound of the rattles, the lady persisted in her shaking.

"Aboo."

I sighed softly and